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Disclaimer: This is a story of fiction that I created. If this story does not appeal to you, then don't read it.
This first part may not seem that much of a diaper story but I can assure you that the following parts will be far better. This first partsort of sets the story for the next parts.
Main Characters for Part 1: Rob- me- 14 Spencer- my brother- 12 Nick, Alex- my twin brothers- 10 Brandon, Chris, Darryl- my triplet brothers- 8 Dad-39
Before I start this story, I should explain my family a bit. I have six brothers, all younger. We all have blond hair, blue eyes (from our mother) and we all are born in either November or December. We live with our father in a small town in California. Our mother passed away 4 years ago. One of my youngest brothers, Darryl, wears diapers full-time because of some disorder. Alex has a bad wetting problem, most of the time at night, but sometimes in the day. Thet both receive enough teasing and bullying from Spencer. Spencer is always in trouble. Yet, me and him are very close. Dad and I are the only people he will listen to, and even then, only to a certain extent. My dad is on trips a lot for his work. We use to have to go to our grandparents while Dad was away, but for the last year, I was in charge when Dad went away and we stayed at home. This story starts on a starting day of one Dad's trips.
Thursday, July 1st
I woke up at about 9:00 that morning. I lay in my bed for a bit. I looked around at the room I shared with Spencer. We slept in a bunk bed, I slept on top and Spencer on the bottom. In our room there was a desk and a table, where our N64 and TV was. We each had our own closet, too. I got down from my bed and went to my closet to get my clothes. I put on a T-Shirt and some shorts and moved toward the door, silently, not to wake Spencer. But he had just woken up.
"Ah, crap," I heard him say. "Not again!" I move toward his bed and pulled back his sheets, revealing his soaked boxers. I looked at him and tried not to laugh.
"You wet the bed, again!" I said, putting emphasize on again. This was one of the reasons Spencer trusted and listened to me so much. Every time he ever wet the bed, I washed the sheets and his clothes and helped him keep it a secret. (don't ask me why) I would wash his dirty clothes whenever Dad wasn't around. "Keep your boxers and your sheets there, I'll put them in the wash them after Dad leaves for his trip today."
"Thanks," Spencer said.
"You know, one day, when your sleeping at a friend's house, this might happen."
"Well, it hasn't happened yet. What are you getting at?"
"Maybe you should see a doctor or at least we should tell Dad. Maybe you could wear diapers or something, just for the night."
"No way! I'm not wearing diapers! And don't tell Dad, or anybody!"
"I won't tell anybody without your permission, I already promised you that. If I wanted to tell someone, I would have done it already."
"Yeah, I guess," Spencer replied, while pulling off his boxers. He went to the closet naked to get some clothes.
"Hey, Spence, when you gonna get some hair down there?" I asked. He hated when I did that.
"Shut up, I have some," he said pointing to the couple that were starting to grow.
"And when's your dick gonna grow? I think Darryl has a bigger one than you!" I said, laughing.
"Shut up!" he said again. He was mad, but he was still laughing. I did the same routine to him almost every morning. He took a tennis ball from his closet and pitched it at me. I caught it right before it hit my head.
"Nice pitch," I said. Why can't you can pitch like that for our team this year. We played on the same baseball team. It was a large age group because of the small number of people in our town. There were still six teams in our league, age group 11-15. Nick, Chris and Brandon played for a younger age group. Alex and Darryl didn't play. I waited for Spencer to get dressed before we went downstairs to see if Dad made us any breakfast. Our house had two floors above ground and one below ground for the den. All the bedrooms and one washroom was on the second floor. On the first floor was the living room and kitchen, dining room and washing room with another bathroom. We went down to the kitchen, where everybody else was already up and eating.
"What's for breakfast, I'm hungy!" Spencer said, sitting in one of the chairs at the table. Dad served him some pancakes.
"You're supposed to say please," he said with a chuckle. Dad seemed always in a good mood. Even when he was giving spankings he always seemed to have a good sense of humor.
"Sorry!" Spencer replied sarcastically.
"Maybe I should take away your breakfast for that, make you starve since yout so hungry," Dad said laughing. I couldn't help but smile.
"I'm not hungry anymore, dad," Darryl said. Dad took his plate and put it in the sink.
"Rob, could you take Darryl upstairs and change him?"
"Sure," I answered. "Come on Darryl." Darryl got up from his seat.
"And maybe give him a few good whacks on his bottom while you're at it," Dad said smiling while patting Darryl's diapered bottom. Everybody laughed at that. Darryl turned slightly red with embarassment and quickly followed me out the kitchen and up the stairs to the room he shared with Chris and Brandon. I told him to go lie on the changing pad while I got all the stuff ready. I got the stuff and went to Darryl. I slipped off his pyjama pants. Then I took off his wet diaper, although it was usually both wet and messy. I cleaned him up and put a bit of cream on the areas where there was a rash. Then I put a clean diaper on him and told him to get dressed. I hadn't noticed that Brandon and Chris were already back and changing. I walked out into the hall. Nick was already leaving his room fully dressed to go downstairs to watch TV. I went into his room where Alex was in just his undies and changing.
"So, Alex, did you have an accident last night?"
"Uh...no." He replied.
"I don't believe you," I said.
"I didn't!" he protested. I walked to his bed and put my hand on his sheets, wet. He must have changed his pyjama pants this morning. He started to cry. " I'm sorry. Please don't get mad!" As you can see, Alex had a very low confidence level. He was very shy. It wasn't uncommon for him to cry. I sat down on the bed and he sat on my knees, burying his tear-streaked face in my chest. I tried to console him the best I could.
"It's okay, bud. I won't get mad. Don't worry. It was only an accident." He kept crying so I kept repeating that it was okay, until Dad passed by in the hallway and heard Alex crying. He walked into the room. He came to me and sat beside me. I didn't have to tell him anything. He knew. He took Alex into his arms. Alex still thought he was in trouble.
"Please don't spank me!" he said. " I didn't mean it. It was an accident."
"Don't worry," Dad said. "Have I ever spanked you for having an accident?" Alex shook his head in sign of no. "See, you have nothing to worry about. Except for that mean ol' dragon that tickles bad little boys." Dad started tickling Alex and Alex started laughing. I left the room to go downstairs. Everybody else were watching TV. A couple of minutes later, Dad came down, followed by Alex.
"Well, I guess I should be leaving, now." Dad said. "Rob, you're in charge while I'm away. You know what to do." Of course I knew what to do, we had gone through this process many times already.
"No friends over and no going to bed too late," he added. After everybody said good-bye, Dad left. And I was in charge for the next 10 days. My brothers had gone back to watch TV in the den. Spencer went upstairs to play N64. I went down in the den to watch TV too. We watched TV for a couple of hours. At about 12:30 Spencer came down from upstairs.
"Hey, Rob. What's for lunch?" he asked me.
"How about some yummy brocolli?" I answered. He hated practically every vegetable.
"I'll warm up some hot dogs," I said, then I got up and went to the kitchen. I made the hot dogs and we ate. After lunch, Brandon asked:
"Can we go swimming?" We had our own pool in the backyard.
"Sure," I said. They all got up and went to go change. Darryl stayed at the table. "Aren't you gonna go swimming?" I asked him. He answered no. "Are you feeling well?" I asked.
"Not really," he answered. " I have a headache."
"Maybe you should go take a nap then. Come on." I picked him up in my arms and brought him up to his bedroom where Chris and Brandon were changing. There were two bunk beds in their room. One bed wasn't used. I put Darryl in his bed on the bottom bed of one of the bunks. I closed the blinds in the room and told him to try to sleep. I then followed Chris and Brandon out of their room. Nick and Alex were already running out down the stairs. I followed them through the back to the laundry room out the back door.
Our backyard was huge. We had a nice big pool on a wooden deck with 8 lawn chairs around the pool. Then we had a big field of grass to play in. All of it was enclosed by a tall wooden fence and big trees surrounded it in back. We didn't really need all that because our next neighbors on either side were about 300 yards away. But it still gave a nice feeling of privacy. Spencer was already out and in the pool. Nick dove of the board into the deep end and Alex followed. Chris and Brandon jumped in too. I lied on a lawn chair and watched. The sun was quite hot but there was a nice breeze. I was glad to enjoy this while I could because weather forecasters had called for lots of rain and thunder over the next few days. They played in the water for about two hours. Then they went to play baseball in the grass, even Alex. I told them I'd join them in about five minutes then I went to check on Darryl.
I put Spencer's dirty sheets in the wash first, along with Alex's. When I walked into Darryl's room he was sleeping. I took a couple more steps and approached his bed. He woke up when I leaned down to brush the hair away from his face. "How you feeling?" I asked him.
"I'm okay," he said. He sat up in his bed.
"Go lie on your pad, I'll change you diaper," I said. He went as I went to the dresser on the side of the wall. I looked in one of the drawers. I took a diaper and then took Darryl's diaper changing stuff and went and changed his very poopy diaper. After I was done, I put the stuff back and we went outside to play baseball with everyone else. At about five-thirty we came inside to eat. After supper we watched TV in the den. There was a movie on at eight. Because it was summer, the triplets were allowed to go to bed at nine, Alex and Nick, in between nine-thirty and ten and Spencer and I stayed up till whenever we wanted, but when I told Spencer to go to bed, he went. We started to watch the movie. At eight- fifty, I spoke up:
"Darryl, Chris and Brandon, go get ready for bed."
"Can't we stay up to watch the movie? Please????" Brandon asked.
"No," I answered. "I said to go get ready for bed, now go!" Brandon and Darryl got up and started to go upstairs. Chris stayed sitting, watching the TV. "Chris? I said to go get ready for bed."
"I wanna watch the movie!" he said to me, with his cute, pleading eyes. It was hard to say no.
"I said no."
"I wanna see how it ends."
"I'm not tired. Please!!"
"I'll tell you one last time Chris! Go upstairs and get changed!" I was starting to get angry then.
"NO!" he said. Everybody in the room, including him, knew it was the wrong thing to say. I got up from where I was sitting, took him by the hand and started to drag him upstairs.
"Come on!" I said, with more anger than I would have liked. Darryl and Brandon got out of the way and Chris was almost running to keep up, trying to prevent falling and being dragged. When we reached the second floor, he was crying and pleading.
"I'm sorry, Rob!" he was saying. " I'll never do it again. Please! I'm sorry!" It was obvious, he was fearing a spanking. But looking at his tear-streaked face, it was hard. I dragged him into his room and placed him on his bed. He was still crying.
"Please don't spank me. I'm sorry!" he was saying as he cried into his hands. I told him to strip as I got out his pyjamas. He took off all his clothes and placed him in a heap. Then, I shot him his pyjamas and told him to put them on.
"Don't worry, I won't spank you for something like this," I said.
"Dad would have," he said though his tears.
"Well, I'm not Dad. Unless you really want a spanking?"
"No, no, no!"
"Well, the put on your pyjamas and go to bed. As a small punishment, you have to go to bed tomorrow at seven-thirty. Does that seem just to you?" I asked.
"Yes, very," he said. And went under his sheets. Darryl and Brandon were standing at the door, I told them to get changed. I changed Darryl's messy diaper for him. They went into their beds and I picked up their clothes on the way out. I brought their clothes to the laundry room. As I sorted them out, I noticed a small, dark, wet stain on Chris's Power Rangers underwear. I guess I had scared him a little. I guess I had gotten a bit too angry. He's only eight, I reminded myself. I didn't mention the stain to him, I'm sure he knew about it and was a little embarassed.
After that I returned to the movie, with Nick,Alex and Spencer. Spencer spoke up first with curiosity:
"So, did you give Chris a good spanking? Was he crying a lot?"
"I didn't spank him," I answered. "But if you want one, just come here and bend over my lap."
"No thanks," Spencer replied and we finished watching the movie. At the end, I told Nick and Alex to go upstairs and change for bed. Both when unsuprisingly quickly. I followed them up to tuck them in. They got changed and each went into their bunk. Nick slept on top, Alex on the bottom. I told them goodnight and let them sleep. Spencer and I stayed up until eleven-thirty doing nothing much except watching TV. At eleven thirty, I decided that we should go to bed. We went to sleep.
Friday, July 2nd
When I woke up the next morning, it was another sunny day. It was only 8:01, but I decided to get up anyway. I didn't bother to wake Spencer. Usually, he slept till 10:00. I was always up early, as were my other brothers. I decided to go check on them, to see if they were up. I walked to Darryl, Brandon and Chris's room. They were all asleep. As I looked at Chris, it was amazing to wonder how such an innocent looking face could be such a troublemaker at times. I went to check on Nick and Alex. I found both awake. When I peeked into their room, Nick was sitting on Alex's bed with a hand on his shoulder, and Alex had his face buried in his pillow. Nick and Alex were extremely good brothers. Nick was very intelligent and spent almost every night during school helping Alex with his homework. No one encouraged Alex more than Nick. I walked into the room and sat beside Nick. Alex was crying. Nick got up and out of the way so I could grab Alex and get him to sit up. He sat up beside me, with a huge wet mark on the front of his pyjamas. I told Nick to go and watch TV. He did exactly so. Alex started crying even more. I took a tissue and started wiping his face.
"Stop crying," I said gently. "Don't worry. You're gonn a have to stop feeling so embarassed when you have an accident. Now get changed and bring your dirty clothes to the laundry room. I want you to do that every time you have an accident. And bring your bedsheets, too." I left Alex to change and walked into another situation. At the end of the hall, Spencer (who I presume just woke up) was blocking the bathroom door from Nick, who seemed to be ready to explode any minute. He had both his hands in his pants and he was jumping up and down.
"Get out of the way, Spencer! I really hafto go! Now!" Nick was saying.
"Aww, the poor baby is gonna wet his pants!" Spencer replied mockingly.
"Let Nick go to the washroom, Spence," I said, walking toward them.
"All right," Spencer said relunctantly, clearly disappointed as he got out of the way. But as Nick hurried into the washroom, Spencer extended his leg, tripping Nick. He hit his head on the edge of the door. Spencer burst out laughing. I ran to Nick, who was tyring hard to hold back tears and rubbing his head.
"Are you all right?" I asked as I examined his head.
"I'll be okay," he said, but I could easily tell he was hurting. He had also let go of the pee that he was holding back before. His pyjama pants were completely soaked. It seemed that "wetting" was getting to be very common in this house. I guess it had already been common, with Darryl and Alex and their problems and Spencer, too. Not to mention things like this, one of Spencer's mean jokes. I picked up Nick, who was not really heavy at all. Actually, all my family, with the exception of me, were quite short and small. I brought Nick to his room and placed him on his bed. I took off his urine stained pj's and got him a change. He put on his clean clothes.
"What happened?" Alex asked. I hadn't even noticed that he was in the room.
"Just another one of Spencer's mean jokes," I answered. "Don't worry, Nick. Spencer will get punished for this."
"No, don't punish him. It was only a joke. I'm okay." It was clearly a lie. He was barely able to hold back his tears. But that was Nick. He was always forgiving. He was the smartest in the family (for his age) and also the most forgiving. He almost never misbehaved. Dad always said that Nick was the only one of his boys never to get a spanking. I don't think he was ever punsihed either, except for minor punishments which he made up for quickly. He didn't want his brothers to be punished either, especially because of him. He was impossible to hate. Although he didn't have many friends either. He was considered a "teacher's pet".
"He will get punished, Nick. No matter what you say," I answered. "Do you want ice for that?" He shook his head meaning no. "Well, I think you need ice. I'll get you some anyway." That was another thing. He never asked for anything. And if he did want something, it would usually a book or something, but him asking for something was rare. You had to make it out of him, even at Christmas. I left the room and went down to the kitchen.
I grabbed an ice bag from the freezer since Dad kept some in there at all times. I stopped by the den before going up. Chris, Brandon and Spencer were there watching TV.
I called to Spencer: " Spencer, up to our room. Now!" And then I left going up to Nick's room. I was sure he was following me. My size compared to his was pretty intimidating. I put the ice bag on Nick's head. There was a small bump where he had knocked his head. Alex was still there. They were very similar in some ways. Maybe not on the intelligence scale. But still, Alex didn't misbehave very much either, unless provoked. He didn't always ask for much either. Both were shy. Darryl was like that too.
I left the room to go to mine own, where Spencer was waiting. I closed the door.
"You can't be serious, Rob. It was only a joke. That's what he probably says, too," Spencer said as soon as I closed the door. He knew I was going to punish him.
"Yeah, he said that too. But I don't care what he says. He'd probably say the same thing if you broke both his legs with a baseball bat. Now, all I have to do is decide on a punishment. Don"t worry, it'll only be something simple." I thought about it for a couple of minutes. "You can go to bed with Chris tonight at seven- thirty. Got that?"
"Yeah, okay," he mumbled. It was a small punishment, but a punsihment all the same. If dad were home, he would have probably gotten a good hard spanking and grounded for a week. I was lucky. I only got grounded. Dad said I was too old for spankings, and too big. But Spencer wasn't. Spencer left and went back downstairs. I went to see if Darryl was awake. He was just getting up when I walked into the room he shared with Brandon and Chris.
"Sleep well last night?" I asked. He said yes. I told him to lie on his changing pad. I got a clean diaper and changed him. He put on a T-Shirt and ran downstairs to join the others. I went back to Nick and Alex's room. Nick was sitting up and he held the ice bag in his hands. He tossed it to me.
"I don't need it anymore. I'm okay," he said.
"You sure?" I asked.
"Yeah," he said. I nodded and started toward the door. I picked up the pile of dirtied clothes including both Alex's and Nick's soaked pyjama pants and Alex's stained bed sheets. I went and put them down in the washer and placed the bag of ice in the freezer. By the time I got to the den, everybody was there and watching cartoons. Chris was on Spencer trying to grab the remote for the TV.
"Gimme back the remote!" he was saying.
"No, the shows you watch all stink. And get off me before I hurt you!"
"Chris! Get the hell off Spencer. Who had the remote first?" I asked.
"I did," Chris answered.
"Spence, give him back the remote," I said, finishing off the argument. Spencer gave Chris the remote and Chris changed it back to whatever station they were watching before. I sat down and rested for the first time that morning. Five minutes later, Brandon said:
"What's for breakfast?"
"Cold cereal," I answered. "Anybody who wants to have breakfast, come now." They all followed me to the kitchen. I got out the milk, bowls, spoons and different cereals and we ate. After breakfast, it was right back to the good ol' TV. A while later Spencer got up to go outside.
"Anybody who wants to play baseball or catch or something, come on." he said while leaving the room. He was followed by Nick, Chris and Brandon. They ran up the stairs and I heard a loud crash. I knew they had just hit something. I heard Chris say:
"You're in big trouble now!" I walked up the stairs, expecting to see Spencer or even Brandon standing beside the broken pieces of whatever was the victim. But to my surprise, it was Nick, whose face was white with fear. Spencer was a bit further down the hall, looking on with a bit of a smile, hoping to finally see Nick in serious trouble. I looked down at the broken pieces of porcelaine. It was a statuette that Dad had picked up on one of his many trips. Nick looked at me with pleading and scared eyes.
"I'm sorry! I'll pay for it. From my own allowance! I'm really sorry.!" We all got a five dollar allowance every week, except for Spencer and Chris, who had that privilege revoked for 3 months. Nick had always saved his money. He has a couple hundred dollars saved up from that.
"Don't worry about it," I said. "Just clean it up and we'll forget about it." Nick seemed really relieved. Spencer looked in shock.
"What?!?" he said. " If it would been me, I probably would have gotten a spanking and a grounding for a week." The fear came back to Nick, probably because he had never gotten a spanking before and expected the worse.
"Yeah, but that's you," I replied. "And this is Nick. It's different"
"This is the first time for Nick. And Nick always does what he is told," I answered. Spencer just shrugged and continued outside. Chris followed him. Nick went to get a small broom and pail to sweep all the broken pieces.
"How much did it cost? Do you konw?" Nick asked. "I'll pay for it."
"Don't worry about it, Nick. Accidents happen. Dad will forgive you." I said. It was quite funny seeing him so upset over a little cheap statuette. But it was just like him. He once thought he was gonna be in trouble for spilling a glass of water on the carpet. Water! Another time, when he was sick, he thought he was gonna be in trouble for throwing up on himself and on his bed. I felt sorry for him, though. He was a really good kid, but he didn't have very many friends and, like Darryl, was sick a lot. It was a surprise when a week went by without them getting headaches or colds or flu or tummy-aches or ear- aches or something else.
Nick finished cleaning up then went outside to play ball. I returned downtairs to watch TV with Alex and Darryl. I asked Darryl if he needed a change and he said no. A while later we went outside to join the others. I brought out some sandwiches for lunch and then we played a bit. A while later, when I was playing out in the field, I noticed Alex on the side. He was looking down at his jeans. I notices a big dark wet spot on the front of them. Oh, no, I thought, not again. I just hoped that no one else noticed it other than me. But that was too much to hope for. Spencer noticed and started laughing right away.
"Hey, look at Alex! He pissed his pants again! Poor wittle baby!" Him, Chris and Brandon were laughing their heads off. Nick and Darryl just looked on. Alex ran for the house, now crying. I started after him.
"Why can't you be nice for once, you stupid jerk?" I heard Darryl say.
"And what are you gonna do about it, diaperboy," Spencer replied.
"Hey! All of you!" I said. "Stop fighting! Now everybody, inside!" They all followed me. When I told them to do something, they did it. No one dared defy me. I don't know whether it was because I was in charge or because I was bigger, but I didn't care. I went up to Alex's room. I walked in and closed the door behind me. He was in his bed facing the wall, with his covers around him.
"Leave me alone," he said. I walked up to his bed. "Go, leave me alone," he said again, but I stayed. I figured he hadn't had time to change so I assumed he was still wearing his wet jeans.
"First of all," I started, "Let's get you out of ..."
"I said leave me alone," he interuppted, swinging his arm and hitting me in the face. I took his arm gently and brought it down.
"I know you're upset, but like I said before, you can't let it bother you that much. Don't listen to what Spencer and the others say. Now maybe we should get you out of these wet clothes and into some dry ones. " He sat up in the bed, revealing the big wet mark on the front of his jeans and the wet line running down one side of his jeans. I helped him slip them off since he didn't seem to feel like doing anything. I took his pants and slipped his T-shirt off and shot them on the floor, leaving him in his soaked, already-stained undies. I went to his closet and got him out some clothes. " How about a pair of pyjamas. You should take a little nap." He just nodded lightly. His neck-long hair was blocking his face, but I could tell he was still crying a bit. I took out a pair of clean undies and shot it at him. "Now we'll just slip those wet ones off," I said as I helped him slip them off, although he wasn't really doing anything. I put his dry clothes on him, then I made him lie down in his bed and I covered him with his blankets. Just then Nick walked in.
"Can I help?" he said.
"You can talk to him if you want," I said. I picked up the wet clothes and left the room. I could tell that these next coupleof days would be like any other. There was always something hapenning. There was no such thing as a calm day in our house. I brought Alex's wet clothes to the laundry room. Then I went to the den, where everybody was back to watching TV. The family ritual. I sat down beside Darryl and watched TV.
"You could be at least a bit nicer to Alex. He's your own brother," I said. Spencer looked at me and replied.
"Ah, come on, Rob. We're just having fun. You did the same thing two years ago." It was true. I used to tease Alex and the rest. But, it was strange how much I matured in the last couple a years.
"Yeah, but now I'm more mature!"I said, in a sarcastic kinda way.
"You? Mature?" Spencer said, laughing. "You're always playing jokes. Like that time last year at school at Christmas. Remember?"
I laughed at that, too. "Yeah, but you were right beside me, helping me." I said. "We both got in a lot of trouble." We were both laughing. You see, Spencer and I were like best friends most of the time.
"Oh, yeah, but Dad was cool. After we left the principal's office with him, he almost died laughing." That was true. We still got grounded though. We continued talking about our many jokes for a couple of minutes, including the ones we did on Alex, Nick, Darryl, Chris, Brandon and even Dad. The day after that was mostly boring. Clouds started to appear, a sign of the deluge expected to come, including thunderstorms. This made Darryl kinda nervous. When Darryl was young, he had gotten in an accident of some sort in a thunderstorm. Dad and Mom never told us the whole story, but that's what caused his bladder disorder. Every time there was a T- Storm, he would get really nervous and scared. He would stay in bed most of the time. At about five, it started drizzling a bit. We ate supper. At seven-thirty, Chris and Spencer headed off for bed. The rest of the evening past normally, watching TV and eating a lot of junk food.
At nine, I brought Brandon and Darryl up to their room. I told Darryl to lie on his changing pad. I got him a clean diaper and the diaper powder and I went to change him. I pulled off his soiled diaper and wiped his bum clean. Then I proceeded to powder him and I put the new diaper on him. Before I had fully secured the new diaper, I noticed that Darryl was getting a small hard-on, clearly indicating his love for diapers. Of course, it wasn't the first time I had seen him get a small hard-on from it. I admit that I myself loved diapers and wished to wear them. And I was pretty sure that Spencer did too, although I never asked him. I quickly closed the diaper as not to embarass him. I tucked him and Brandon in bed and went to the washroom.
Seeing Darryl's tiny hard-on had reminded me of something I hadn't done in quite awhile. I stood in front of the toilet, pulled down my pants and gently started stroking my penis, all while thinking how it would be to wear diapers. Pretty soon, my dick was hard and I was starting to feel ejaculation coming on. I let loose my sperm into the toilet and then flushed. I went back downstairs to watch TV. I was the last one to go to bed, at about midnight. As I lay in bed, I once again thought about diapers and eventualy I drifted into sleep.
I didn't know then, but soon, before summer was over, me and my brothers would all be diapered boys.
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